Chapter 1: Introductions
MorgothII: Hello again! I have just made a new story. It is during Project Freelancer. First RvB story so please send any and all feedback. Enjoy!
It was about late afternoon at a shooting range. There is a small crowd around only one of the stalls there. "Step right up ladies and gentlemen! I will pay a hundred dollars for whoever can best any of my shots! If you can't, you only need to pay five dollars! Any and all challengers are welcomed!" A young man with a Polish accent was shouting. He is nineteen years old, about five foot four, has pale blue eyes, and short black hair. On his head is a blue cap with two gold muskets crossed in the middle. In his hand he held a gun. What is most interesting about it was that it was a very old fashioned bolt action gun from the about the late 1800s to the early 1900s.
Every time that a challenger comes up, he or she leaves in defeat and ten dollars lighter. Even with the UNSMC guns the young man still wins. However, a pair of people notice this for an entirely different reason. One of them is a man, with short blonde hair, grey eyes, the other a woman, also with short blonde hair and grey eyes. "Is he the one we're looking for?" The woman asks. "Yes, this is the one the Director sent us to look for," the man tells her. In fact the two look almost identical, mainly different by their gender.
"Come on! Anyone else left before I go?" The guy asks the crowd. "I will!" The woman says. "South, remember, we're not suppose to reveal ourselves," the man hisses. "I just want to see if he is as good as a Freelancer, North," South Dakota tells her twin brother North Dakota.
"Okay, you may go first. Three shots only," the man tells South as he gives her a gun. She fires the gun and the three bullets are just mere inches apart. "Good shots. I think that you are the hardest opponent so far today," the man says. He then pulls back the bolt for his gun, slides it back into place, and then looks through the sights. When the sights are lined up, the man pulls the trigger.
The bullet rushes out of the barrel, the grooves in the gun making it spin. It quickly buries itself right in the center of the target. In rapid succession he repeats what he did earlier. All three shots are all dead center of the target. Everyone is shocked at this performance. "Well, thank you for your time. Have a great day," the young man says after South gives him five dollars.
He turns the safety on for his gun, check that it is empty, then gathers the bag that holds his ammo and leaves. The man heads for his bicycle and, when he gets there, starts to head home. He is unaware, however, of the shadows of North and South following him to his house. When they get to his cabin they stop and North activates his comm. system. "Director, we have located and confirmed the target. Awaiting orders," he says.
"Good. Agent North, you and Agent South may start part two of the plan at dusk," the southern voice of the Director informs the two twins.
That night
The young man is woken up by a loud knock at his door. He gets to his feet groggy and grabs his rifle. He turns the safety off and loads a new clip into it. He then heads for the door, pulling the bolt back and sliding the first round into the barrel. When he gets to the door, he starts to unlock it. "Who is it? You are trespassing on private property." The man demands. ""Guests. Are you Clayton?" a male voice tells him. The guy finishes unlocking the door and slowly opens it.
"Yes. Now, what do you want?" Clayton asks as he readies his rifle. There are two people in armor at the door, one a man in purple armor with green trim, the other a woman with orchid colored armor with green trim. "Whoa, easy, put the gun down. We just want to talk," the man says.
"About what, pray tell?" he asks. "Why don't you let us inside? It will be easier to explain," the man tells him. "Fine, enter my house," Clayton says reluctantly. "Take a seat at the table. Do you want anything to drink?" he asks the two. "No thanks, we're good." This time the woman speaks. When all three of them are seated, Clayton starts to speak. "Alright, who are you two and what do you want with me?" The two take off their helmets first. Clayton takes note that they seem to be twins.
"I am Agent North Dakota and this is my sister Agent South Dakota. We are agents of a group known as Project Freelancer," the man says. North and South explain to Clayton about Project Freelancer, about the Director, and about why they are here. After this Clayton contemplates all of this.
"So, let me get this right. You two are here because the Director wants me to join this top secret military group because of my shooting skills. Is that right?" Clayton finally asks. This time South answers his question. "Yeah, pretty much just that." Again Clayton contemplates this.
"Alright, I'm in, as long as I get to keep my rifle and one other guns," he says after about a minute. Apparently the twins did not expect this kind of answer so quickly and easily. North asks him if he is sure about this. Clayton merely chuckles. "When are we going, then?" Clayton asks. "Right now then," South tells him.
Ah, it feels good to start a new story! Anyways, I only one Clayton right now. Any and all feedback is welcomed.